Here we are in high summer on this Sunday afternoon. While I dislike heat and humidity, I do my best to appreciate the colors, flowers, and gardens of the season. This week I noticed many yellow and orange flowers on my walks. Both photos are of flowers in my neighborhood.
Once a writing teacher, Linda M. Hasselstrom, and I discussed different kinds of poems. At the time she was (and still is) a published writer/poet and I was a neophyte. That day she differentiated between poems with metaphor and poems of description or what she called windshield poems. When skillfully written, one kind is not better than another but a difference to understand. At least that is how I recall our discussion.
This week I thought about that long ago conversation. Some ideas appear at close range in the windshield, that is they hit the windshield with force. Other views through the windshield are more expansive and provide a different perspective. I wished I was on a trip to see loved ones and enjoying the Great Plains through a wide angle lens of a windshield or a plane window.
Anyway, this poem came from being in my own backyard. It is a good place to be right now. Constant fretting about the future gets me nowhere except into a state of anxiety. Finding joy in the present moment isn't always easy these days but in an effort to celebrate the season I offer this poem.
Summer Sanctus
That is the loveliest of lovely poems to start my Monday with. Thank you, Jane.
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy your poems!! do you have a poem notebook? Just wondering how you capture and preserve your creativity. Staying in the moment is the best advice and yet I don't do it as much as I should!
ReplyDeleteJane, that poem is beautiful! It really captures the feeling of being present in the garden and appreciating all it has to offer.
ReplyDeleteThat is just so lovely Jane. And your pictures are lovely as well.
ReplyDeleteThis, oh my! Thank you Jane for taking us with you into your yard! XO
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